Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Azeroth

Chapter 19. Hagrid's Rejection and the Wizard's Fun

Don't blame Dumbledore for being so careful with a child. After all, Harry was very talented - extremely talented, and in this world where magic existed, once a very talented wizard went astray, it would have very terrible consequences, far more terrible than when an ordinary person made a mistake.

His powerful and superior strength may even make it impossible for others to resist his will.

Many people's families were broken up, many tragedies happened...

In the first half of Dumbledore's life, he had already misjudged a child... He was even partly to blame for the child's misguided behavior due to his improper handling, and Dumbledore always regretted it.

Voldemort.

Would everything have been different if I had changed my approach and been more patient?

So, when another extremely gifted child appeared before him, this time Dumbledore was careful - very careful.

After all, the burden of the British wizarding world and even the International Confederation of Wizards rests on Dumbledore's shoulders. He is actually the British weightlifting champion, and he is too old.

It's like a flag. Once Dumbledore falls, you can't even find another flag in the wizarding world that can replace him and hold up the sky.

This seemingly powerful but actually fragile magical world can no longer withstand the ravages of the next Dark Lord.

But none of these things had anything to do with Harry - at least not with him now.

The schedule for the new wizards is very loose, probably to satisfy their desire for exploration and curiosity. On the first day after enrollment, there are no classes in the morning, allowing the freshmen to explore the castle at will. There is only one herb class in the afternoon and a history of magic class in the evening.

However, although there were no classes in the morning, Harry's life rhythm was not affected too much. He got up very early. When it was almost dark, Ron and others were still sleeping soundly in bed.

A mature shaman must be able to use divination to predict the future and guide his people, as well as handle various affairs within the tribe. He must also be able to pick up a warhammer and go to the battlefield to kill the enemies. However, Harry simply could not tolerate his current weak self and felt very insecure.

His first goal is to rebuild his muscles.

"Why are you here?" Standing in front of Harry was Filch, a man who looked a little old and haggard, and served as the castle manager of Hogwarts. He stared at Harry warily, as if he saw a thief.

Filch was accompanied by his cat, which was skinny and had dark grey fur.

"I'm going to go outside to exercise, Professor." To be honest, Filch looked a little scary. If it were Ron, he probably wouldn't dare to speak now, but Harry was fine. "I didn't expect the castle gate to be locked. Fortunately you came."

Filch's eyes widened even further.

What did he hear?
professor?

How could a child call him that? Or the boy who lived?

Be caught off guard.

As the castle's administrator and responsible for night patrol, well, it's equivalent to urban management. People who are responsible for this kind of thing often don't have a good reputation. The same is true for Filch. Few students respect him.

I'm not used to it, very not used to it, and I feel uncomfortable all over.

"…Hogwarts has a curfew at night. Only I can open this door to prevent those nasty guys from sneaking out at night... This is my job, patrolling at night, catching students who violate the school rules and sending them to detention." Filch muttered and turned around, then took out a bunch of keys from his body and opened the door.

"Harry Potter... a new student would wake up so early."

"I have the habit of getting up early and exercising. A strong body is more conducive to fighting." Harry followed Filch out the door. "By the way, Professor, your cat doesn't seem to be very healthy. She is too thin. Is her nutrition enough?"

"Fighting... Professor McGonagall won't like this," Filch muttered, then tensed up, "You mean Mrs. Norris?"

"Is her name Mrs. Norris?" Harry squatted down and stretched out his hand to the cat, which also had a bad reputation among the students. "Let me see."

As Filch's pet, Mrs. Norris played a crucial role in helping Filch arrest students who wandered around at night, and was naturally hated.

"No, Mrs. Norris won't get close to other--"

Filch's voice stopped abruptly because he was surprised to find that when Harry waved, Mrs. Norris actually ran over and was picked up by Harry.

It is indeed too thin. This cat has no cheeks, and you can't even feel the flesh when you pinch it in your hand.

However, the reason why Harry picked up the cat was simply because opposite him, behind Filch, there were two red-haired men sneaking towards the castle gate.

Who else could it be but Fred and George?

Noticing Harry's gaze, Fred smiled widely and made a pair of horns with his hands above his head, while his brother George raised his arms above his head and bent them, making a heart shape to Harry.

Did this pair of restless brothers go to the forbidden forest on the first night of school?
Harry sighed silently and pretended not to see the two people.

"You should take her out to get more sun, professor. Her hair is really bad," Harry said seriously. "It's best to feed her some chicken, fish, beef, and an egg a day. Muggles also have specially extracted fish oil, which is very good for cats' health."

"What is that?" Filch said, even more nervously. "Something from Muggles? It's not poisonous, is it?"

"Of course not. Muggles have their own pet industry," Harry shook his head. "If you need it, Professor, I can write to ask my aunt to buy some for you. You can try it. There is also food that is specially made for pets to make their cheeks grow. Madam Norris is still very beautiful. She should be more popular after her cheeks grow."

"Of course! Of course!" Filch, who had already regarded Mrs. Norris as a part of his life, said happily, "I will pay for it. Can you guarantee that those things will not hurt her?"

"No," Harry assured, "It's OK even if it's eaten by humans."

Harry and Filch were chatting happily, but if other students saw this scene, they would definitely suspect that he was still asleep.

After saying goodbye to Filch, Harry decided to run along the edge of the Black Lake first, and then go to the Forbidden Forest to find Hagrid. To be honest, because Hagrid had work to do last night, Harry didn't have a good chat with his first friend. "I didn't expect you to get up so early, Harry. You don't look like a child at all. Even with your father's liveliness, he would still be lying in bed at this time." Hagrid looked like he hadn't slept all night, and was taking off a huge bow from his back and hanging it on the wall.

Hagrid's hut was not big, but it was decorated very warmly - to be more precise, it made Harry feel familiar.

There was a fire burning in the fireplace, materials such as animal hair or bones hanging on the wall, and herbs hanging to dry.

"Can I move in with you, Hagrid?" Harry sniffed a handful of the roasting herbs and blurted out, "If it's too crowded for you I'll build a new house next door and we can be neighbors."

This was something he had been thinking about seriously last night, and it even had a high priority.

There was a clanging sound from his kick, and Hagrid seemed to have knocked something over.

"Why do you have such an idea, Harry! Isn't it good to live in the dormitory with your friends?" Hagrid turned around and stammered, "I have nothing here!"

"No, you have everything here," Harry confirmed.

Following Harry's gaze, Hagrid looked - and saw the wall - but then he realized what Harry had really said.

"Aha! Forbidden Forest? I knew it!" Hagrid shouted, "It's almost cost me half my life to keep students from sneaking into the Forbidden Forest out, Harry!"

"Obviously, that's too difficult, Hagrid. After all, you're alone." Harry shrugged and said, "I just saw Fred and George sneaking back from the direction of the Forbidden Forest."

"Really?! I knew it! I knew it!! Someone really sneaked into the Forbidden Forest last night!" Hagrid looked even angrier.

"Oh my god! You can't even take a break on the first day of school? I could have just replaced the word students with the twins!"

"Maybe it's because they've been holding it in for the entire holiday," Harry said, which was not a comforting word at all. "Like I said, Hagrid, you can't do it all by yourself, but it would be different if someone could help."

"Oh, you're not thinking that that person is you, are you, Harry?" Hagrid chuckled. "You're still young, Harry, and the Forbidden Forest isn't a place you can go to. Don't even think about it. I won't agree to it, and neither will Professor Dumbledore, and certainly not Professor McGonagall."

What do you mean?
Why is Professor McGonagall placed behind Headmaster Dumbledore?

Hagrid, what do you want to do?

No matter what Harry said, Hagrid disagreed. There was no way around Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. Even if Harry said that he was actually a shaman and needed his own space to serve the elements and ancestral spirits, it would not work - well, let's go find them.

Harry decided to talk to Dumbledore about this problem, believing that the open-minded old man would understand.

Harry's first class at Hogwarts was his favorite Herbology class, taught by Professor Sprout, the Head of Hufflepuff House.

A person with real talent and knowledge - or rather, as a professor at the only magic academy in the UK, the teachers here are all very talented and knowledgeable.

It’s a pity that as first-year students, Harry and others have never seen those dangerous magical plants, which makes him feel quite sorry.

The History of Magic course in the evening allowed Harry to enjoy a good sleep. He had no idea why Professor Binns' voice could make people fall asleep so easily - to be honest, when Harry learned that the teacher of this course was a thousand-year-old ghost, he was quite looking forward to it.

I was expecting this ghost to tell the secrets of history in the tone of his own personal experience...but he ended up falling asleep while talking to the cow.

It was not until Tuesday afternoon that Harry had another class he was looking forward to - Transfiguration.

The magic in this world is very interesting. Not only does it encompass all aspects of life, but even its forms of expression are full of a sense of magic - a sense of magic that can exist even in Azeroth.

The most typical one is Transfiguration.

Harry didn't know what category this spell should be placed in. After all, he was not one of the wizards in Dalaran who specialized in studying magic.

Being able to make an object transform freely into another object, or even turn an inanimate object into a living creature that can roar, move and growl, is just like a dream.

Probably in order to broaden the horizons of some restless little wizards and to intimidate them, Professor McGonagall, who taught this course, waved her wand and turned the podium into a pig that ran, jumped and grunted in the classroom, and then warned that anyone who disobeyed would be turned into a pig.

Well, Harry naturally couldn't believe such words to scare children. What bothered him was that before the class started, Professor McGonagall was squatting on the podium in the form of a cat, and then suddenly changed into a human when everyone arrived.

Druid?
Harry was confused - didn't this mean that every wizard who mastered Transfiguration was a potential druid? Anyone they wanted?
It's really hard to be a mage, you always want to get to the bottom of things.

This doubt shrouded Harry's entire class. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't find a satisfactory answer. He could only point his wand at the needle in front of him and cast a spell.

According to Professor McGonagall, this is their teaching aid for this week or possibly several weeks - using the Transfiguration Charm to change the needle.

It wasn't difficult for Harry.

The needle seemed to be made of mud. It changed randomly under Harry's command. It turned into a blade of grass, a ribbon, or a hemp rope in the next second...

Harry couldn't understand how the needle turned into something else, and he didn't know where the material filling it came from, because from a visual point of view, even if there were fifty more needles, they would not be as thick as the hemp rope.

Simply because Harry thought and changed according to the description in the book and Professor McGonagall's teachings, it really became that way.

Immersed in thought, Harry could more or less understand why Jaina would fall into a special frenzy at certain times. The process of exploring the essence and laws of magic was indeed full of fun, so much so that he did not realize that Professor McGonagall had been standing in front of him, watching him tossing the needle aimlessly.

　The editor said it's time to test the waters! Thank you all for your support, I kowtow! Then I will prepare to put the manuscripts I have saved up for the next update. Based on the experience of Harry in my writing, I'm sure you can see that he won't go to school peacefully for seven years. The plot will deviate further and further from the original book, which is definitely beyond the brothers' expectations. I have to deduce it carefully.

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